Page 38 of Only With Me

I walk to the dressing rooms to clean up and she follows, not getting the hint that I don’t want to talk about her crush on him.

“I’m gonna need to find a new outfit myself.”

“I’m surprised your closet ain’t packed with how many clothes from here you must have…”

“I need something hot. Sexy. Jaw-dropping. Something to stand out from all the other girls.”

Perhaps a muzzle.

“Mm-hmm,” I mutter, putting the clothes Noah and Magnolia didn’t want back on the hangers.

“Maybe I’ll stop by Lacey’s for a new push-up bra.”

Oh God.Maybe I should give Delilah a heads-up. Imagine if I told her my manager was coming in to find something to impress her ex-boyfriend.

I chuckle to myself.

“I wonder if they’re into threesomes…”

“Wait, what?” I ask, realizing I stopped listening to her but caught the tail end.

“I know it’s cliché, but twins sharin’ one girl is so hot. I would fold so fast for either one of ’em, but together? I would die a happy woman.”

Please do so this conversation ends.

“Shit, sorry. I shouldn’t be talkin’ about this around you. You’re too sweet and innocent.”

“Innocent? Why do you say that?”

And how would she know? I don’t tell her about my personal life.

“Because you’re young and look too sweet for your own good to be anythin’ but innocent.”

Great. Is that why I can never get out of the friendzone when I do talk to a guy? I must have the word VIRGIN on my forehead.

“Anyway, I’m gonna take my break.” She walks to the backroom, leaving me with four new customers who just walked in.

Instead of getting frustrated, I put all my energy into helping the girls who are looking for cute bachelorette outfits and make a good chunk of commission.

When my shift ends, I check my phone and smile stupidly at the text waiting for me.

Mystery Guy: So maybe Friday nights can be ours?

Harlow: I couldn’t love that idea more.

Chapter Eight

Waylon

TWO WEEKS LATER

Waylon: What’s next on your romance wish list?

Poison Ivy Girl: Hmm…you’ll make fun of me for it.

Waylon: I’d never. I told you one of mine even though it was embarrassing.

We’ve been going back and forth on random things we’d like to do or have in a relationship before we’re forty. Considering that’s only eight years away for me, my list has me in a bit of a mental tailspin.